Author's Note: So yeah, I haven't updated here cuz I was kinda put off from it but hey, I have readers here too even if its only a few of you. Gotta keep you happy. :)

Yay violence!

I feel the air shift around me and adrenaline immediately pumps through my system. I widen my stance and drop into a crouch, my eyes scanning the darkness around me.

"Who's there?"

I see movements in the shadows and I narrow my eyes at them. Vamps have an annoying ability to wrap shadows around them to hide themselves. That was the most effective against humans, against non-humans vampires were more likely to reach out through the mind and make others believe they were not there. However, whoever this was, was being a little sloppy with hiding their presence.

I feel the hair on the back of my neck rise up and I instinctively drop to the ground. Glass shatters above me as a bullet shoots through the window of my car. I curse and roll away before leaping up and running towards the nearest opening, ready to leap out.

I come to a sudden stop as a dark figure suddenly blurs in front of me. Its then that I notice the smell. The creature smiles, all black fangs and bloody eyes. "Hello, Eren."

A shudder runs through me but I will myself into a fighting stance. One hand poised defensively in front of me, the other reaching for the phone in my back pocket.

For those that sign up to enter the Corps, they are given a cell phone. Being a part of the Sina group was a danger in itself, so the higher ups deemed it necessary to provide employees with a means of signaling an S.O.S in instances of emergencies. The cell phones given had a button that contacted HQ, even going as far as letting out a tracking signal.

I press at the button peeking out as I take a few careful steps back. "What do you want?"

The smile only seems to grow bigger and I fight the shiver that rolls though me. He spreads his hands to either side of him and lets out a laugh. "I'm curious." He steps closer. "How well could something like you take on something like me?"

I frown at him as my muscles tense for action. "Something like you shouldn't exist."

The smile on his face grows impossibly wider and he draws closer. I can see the gray of his skin and greasy black hair combed back in a messy attempt. His clothing would be considered classy if it weren't filthy and in tatters. The smell of him has me scrunching my nose in disgust.

"Shall we test it?" He slides over my comment, unfazed.

With my attention on him I'm barely able to sense the sudden attack from behind me. I duck, but whatever it was that swung at me skims my temple. I don't allow myself to process the pain as I immediately spin to swing out a leg to kick at the person's torso with my heel, fists drawn.

The man behind me stumbles, dropping a large piece of plywood. I breathe deep and broaden my senses. Eyes moving around me, I grab at the fumbled weapon and process my situation. There was the abomination blocking the open ledge. As much as he talked, he hadn't moved from his position. He must be a last resort, so I peg him as the most dangerous. There's the one I knocked to the floor, the one with the gun, and I can see another shadow behind one of the pillars. One sniff of the air tells me that they are shifters. This was bad.

I throw myself to the right just as another bullet whizzes past me, catching my sleeve. I suck in a breath when I notice the burn of the passing bullet too close to flesh for comfort. Silver.

The guy on the floor is up on his feet in no time, speeding in my direction once more. He's fast, but he's no Annie. I twist myself out of the way of a two-punch combo and swing my own fist. I feel the crunch of bone under my knuckles and the scent of blood fills the air. The attacker brings his hand up to clutch at his nose and I use the momentary distraction to grip the plywood in both hands and swing as hard as I can.

There's a resounding crack and shards of wood go flying as it breaks against the shifter's head. His body hits the floor, out cold, blood spreading out on the concrete from behind his head. I don't even get a chance to smile in victory before the guy with the gun comes into my field of vision, weapon pointed in my direction.

Suddenly, everything seems to move in slow motion and I focus all I have into avoiding the oncoming bullet. With how close the other shifter is to me, the bullet manages to bite into my side, but is unable to lodge inside. Pain blooms but I use the pump of adrenaline to rush at him and push the gun aside and onto the floor before he can fire again.

The other man brings a leg up to knee at my stomach. I double over and the guy lands a punch to my face. I use the recoil to spin away once more and sweep my leg toward his feet. He tries to jump away but ends up stumbling. I rear back up and deliver a vicious uppercut to his chin. As his head snaps back, I move in to kick at his chest. Before I can make contact, I register the sound of a gun going off before white hot agony rips through my left arm.

I whip my head in the direction the shot came from and notice the woman that had been hiding in the background. This one was a vamp. She takes aim again, this time at my leg. She's trying to incapacitate me, not kill me. Why? Before I can question the whole situation further, I feel movement behind me. I grit my teeth and aim a round-house kick in the general direction of the man's head. He must have been expecting a low attack because I end up kicking him in the neck. His eyes are wide for a moment before, he too, hits the floor with a dull thud.

With a speed fueled by pounding desperation, I dodge another gunshot and focus my attention on the shooter. I meet her eyes and I feel a stinging pressure in my head.

She opens her mouth. "Surrender."

My jaw tightens as I drop to my knees. She sends the command at me again, stronger and my palms slap down below me. I hear the click of her heels as she slowly makes her way over.

My mind is racing as I eye the broken wood to my right. I feel my muscles ache as I fight against her, the walls of my mind pulsing. She's closer now. My arms begin to shake.

She's only a few feet away now. My body shakes. Closer.

I see the tips of her boots and make out the click of the gun. "You're coming with us."

I'm trembling and I chuckle at her. I lift my head, meet her crimson gaze, and push her out of my head. She falters. "I don't think so."

Faster than I have ever moved before, I push my body toward the only weapon left to me, grab it and with all the strength I can muster, fling it at her before she can even turn in my direction.

Everything is quiet for a long moment. Then she's screaming and clutching at the sharpened wood imbedded in her chest. I flinch at the sound and look away as her body begins to burn. As the screams die away, a dismal clapping echoes throughout the empty lot. My blood runs cold.

"Not bad, Mr. Werewolf, not bad." Footsteps are once again making their way towards me.

I can feel the energy I had bleed away and the pain in my arm begins to numb out. I need to take this bullet out. I feel weak and I'm breathing harshly, but I refuse to show it as I force myself to my feet and face the thing before me once again.

"You're next." My voice is much more confident than I'm feeling. It took all I had to finish off that last attacker. Training was one thing, but putting it to use in a strained situation was another. I can barely feel my legs and the bullet buried in my arm was beginning to make my vision blurry. I can only hope that I've stalled long enough.

The amused smirk on the creature's face seems glued in place. "Oh, please." His voice is mocking and then he's no longer in front of me and I can't breathe.

My eyes widen in shock. His hand is around my throat, pushing me up against the nearest pillar. "I had expected more from you." He sneers as he leans closer to me. I would've gagged from the smell alone if I wasn't already deprived of oxygen. "What makes you so special?"

I'm flailing against him, refusing to give up the fight. "F-fuck you."

The ex-vampire snarls and grabs my injured arm, squeezing. I cry out. "They said to bring you in alive, but they never said anything about having a little fun with you. Let's hear that pretty little scream again."

He presses his hand over the bullet hole and digs a thumb against it. My throat is raw against my cries of agony, blackness swimming in my consciousness. I'm kicking out with the last of my strength, gripping the wrist of the hand holding me by the neck.

I'm panicking now. My mind is whirling. All I can think of is Mikasa in danger. I can't leave her. She needs me. I can't die here. Desperation and anger courses through me and I curse everything I can think of. I grind my teeth together and muster as much hate into my glare, boring it into the man that dares to think he has anything over me. I'll kill you. My form shudders.

"Still have some life I see. How about we break that?" The hand on my arm moves away to press a palm onto my forehead. His voice is cold. "We'll start in here."

All of a sudden, the temperature around us drops. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The creature's head whips around to the left to identify the owner of the voice. I can feel the grip on my throat loosen and I breathe a little easier. I focus on the voice of the stranger, a lifeline I grab onto to keep from blacking out.

"If you don't want to die, I suggest you get lost."

"Oh ho, is that what's gonna happen?" The new voice is monotone, almost bored. Its not one I recognize. I can hear him step closer. "Let him go."

I feel myself hit the floor and I let out a hoarse whimper. My eyes feel heavy but I continue to listen.

"I'll get rid of you first."

I can almost hear the amusement in the other man's voice. "I would walk away if I were you."

A growl and the sound of fabric. I can make out the vibration of blows being thrown and blocked at a rapid pace. There's sounds of frustration and I can't help but feel an odd kind of pleasure from it. It didn't seem like the ex-vamp was making any progress.

Snarls and the rush of wind continues on for several minutes before coming to a stop.

I make out the stranger's voice once more. "My turn."

Not five seconds later there's the sound of ripping fabric, snapping of bones, followed by flesh being torn. There's an inhuman scream and I couldn't stop my eyes from snapping open if I tried.

The stranger is holding my attacker in the same position he had held me, minus the pillar. One hand tightly gripping its throat, the other holding the dismembered arm he'd apparently ripped from the creature's body. My eyes are wide with shock.

"Learned your lesson yet?"

It lets out a choking sound. I think it was trying to laugh. "By helping him, you're making yourself a target. You'll die before all this is over."

I can't see very well in the dark with my wavering vision, but I can tell there is no reaction from the newcomer. "I'd like to see them try."

The thing struggles against his grip and its then I notice that his other limbs are twisted at an odd angle. "You won't get away with this." There's another ugly gurgle. "Just you wait."

Silence rings out. Then, "I hate cliché threats."

I only notice what seems like a staring contest before the strangled voice rings out in a panic. "W-what are you doing? S-stop. Stop!" He's screaming now and I can't even muster up the strength to cover my ears. I almost don't catch the last words exchanged between the two.

"What are you?"

A dark chuckle resonates from the stranger. "Death."

Then there's blood and shards of bone and brain everywhere are the creature's head explodes.

I'm frozen in place as the stranger drops the now limp body unceremoniously. His head slowly turns toward me and I almost swallow my tongue. Please, God, no.

One moment he's next to the mangled body of his victim, and the next he's in front of me, staring down at my slumped form.

I meet a silvery gaze and sharp ringing immediately floods my aching head. I want to scream but nothing is coming out. What is this? What is this? Without warning, I'm launched into a state of mind that is not my own.

It's dark. There's nothing but pain and a cold that burns at his skin.

Let me out. Let me out.

Everything hurts. This isn't fair. He'd done nothing wrong, he didn't deserve this.

He hears them outside his cell. They're coming for him again.

Please, no. Away, away. Go away.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you all.

Let me out. Let me out!

There's a growl and I am myself again. Fury melts into shimmering silver eyes. "Stay out of my head."

Any answer I had is lodged in my throat.

"Sleep."

I don't have the strength to fight against the command and I feel my eyes begin to close. I catch one last glimpse of back hair, beautiful features, and icy eyes before I let sleep take me.

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I'm shaken awake by a hand on my shoulder, blue eyes boring into mine.

"Eren, are you alright?"

I'm horribly groggy and my tongue feels like its made out of cotton.

"Smith? Where am I?"

"In your car where I'm guessing you parked it last night."

I sit up and regret it instantly. There's a throbbing in my head and a dull ache in my arm. I breathe out a sigh of relief upon noticing that there's feeling in it once more.

"Who took the bullet out?"

Smith's brow furrows in confusion. "It was already bandaged when we got here."

The sides of my lips turn down and I glance at the, indeed, patched up bullet wound. "Wha-?"

"Eren, I need you to tell me what happened."

Memories bombard me and I'm numb all over again. I wrap my uninjured arm around myself and look up at Smith with strained eyes. "Mikasa needs help."

Author's Note: Thank you to those of you putting up with my multi-shipping habits and putting up with this. An even bigger thank you to those who took the time to review. Bless.